#morning after

[unboundprompts]

an enemy to lovers and one bed trope but I need their responses in the morning being strangled to eachother

One Bed Trope: Morning After Dialogue

-> feel free to edit as you see fit

"Get off of me."

"Is it weird I'm comfortable?"

"Jesus Christ how did we manage to fall asleep like this?"

"How the hell did you wrap your leg around me?"

"You've been laying on my arm all night and I can't feel it."

"I would've moved to the floor but you were using me as a pillow."

"I almost fist-fought you last night when you took the blanket."

"I have to pee so bad please get up."

"I don't think I'm going to be able to look you in the eyes after this."

"You snore. Loudly."

"I do not snore, you liar."

"We don't have to talk about it, just get dressed."

"It's too early for this, we'll talk about it later."

"I don't understand how I slept so good last night."

"Let's keep it professional, alright?"

"Don't get confused, I was only clinging to you because you stole the blanket and I had no other way to keep warm."

"We're not going to bring this up ever again, right?"

"I slept really good last night." "That makes one of us."

"My arm is still asleep."

"Did you know you talk in your sleep?"

"How did the blanket end up on the floor? No wonder I was freezing."

"Go back to sleep."

"You're the only source of warmth in this stupid hotel, come back to bed before I get hypothermia."

[femmefatalevibe]

Femme Fatale Guide: Purse Essentials For Day & Night (or Any Activity In Between)

Daytime Handbag Essentials:

Keys

Wallet/cardholder (ID[s], credit/debit cards, spare cash – enough for an emergency cab/train ticket, a bottle of water, and a cheap snack plus a little extra is my formula)

Phone/phone charger

Airpods/headphones

Mini sunscreen

Hand lotion

Floss picks in a travel floss dispenser

Mini disposable toothbrushes

Breath mints

Portable stain remover wipes

Hand sanitizer

Lip balm/your everyday lip color

Eyeliner

Brow pencil

Power foundation

Contour/blush stick

Oil blotting sheets

Roll-on perfume

Hair ties

Foldable mini hair brush

Feminine hygiene wipes

Panty liners/pads/tampons

Travel case bandaids

Condoms (not in a wallet, please)

A pen or two

Portable sticky notes

Travel pack of tissues

Spare glasses/contacts & contact solution

Sunglasses

OTC pain relief medicine

Water bottle

Non-perishable snacks (I recommend Larabars, Lupini beans/roasted chickpeas/edamame, roasted nuts/trail mix snack packs, Lupii/Raw Rev vegan protein bars, and freeze-dried fruit)

Nighttime Handbag Essentials:

Keys

Wallet/cardholder (ID[s], credit/debit cards, spare cash – enough for an emergency cab/train ticket, a bottle of water, and a cheap snack plus a little extra is my formula)

Phone/portable phone charger

Mini sunscreen

Hand lotion

Floss picks in a travel floss dispenser

Mini disposable toothbrushes

Breath mints

Portable stain remover wipes

Hand sanitizer

Lip balm/your everyday lip color

Eyeliner

Brow pencil

Mini power foundation

Roll-on perfume

Hair ties

Foldable mini hair brush

Feminine hygiene wipes

Panty liner (and maybe a pad/tampon, depending on the time of the month)

Portable makeup remover wipe (or two)

Portable cleansing towelette (or two)

Travel case bandaids

Condoms (at least two – not in a wallet, please)

Disposable foot socks

OTC pain relief medicine

Vitamin B-complex, Vitamin C, and Vitamin D supplement (one of each – for after or the morning after drinking)

Necessary Edit: This list is meant to be a comprehensive guide, designed to be personalized. If you don't think you need some of these items, [pick and choose at your discretion].

[magiccath]

Mornings

tenth doctor x reader

Summary: In which you have a calming morning in with the Doctor

CW: a morning-after fic, so some NSFW content is implied, but no smut. Some disrobing later in the fic, but again no smut.

The Doctor didn’t really sleep, he didn’t need to. Then he started dating you, and the thought of you going to bed away from him was unbearable. He had taken to falling asleep with you in his arms, safe and sound. You had no reason to complain, you’d take any chance for a cuddle.

Slowly, he stirred awake, his eyes gently fluttering open. He smiled brightly at the sight in front of him. In all of time and space, he couldn’t imagine a better way to wake up. 

You laid across from him, deep in sleep. The silken blue sheets rested slightly above your hip, leaning your bare legs covered from sight. His eyes traveled up your body, noting that sometime last night you had slipped one of his shirts on. He was torn between admiring you in his shirt and being upset that you had put anything on at all. He settled on the former. It made him smile - you, in one of his shirts. 

Your hair was sprawled across the pillow, and your face was resting peacefully. It was times like this that the Doctor allowed himself to marvel at you. This beautiful being who loved him. Of all the people in the universe, you had chosen him. 

You stirred slightly, pulling him out of his thoughts. Unconsciously you nuzzled into the pillow, searching for comfort. The Doctor smiled and brushed a hair away from your face. Not wanting to remove his hand from your face, he stroked your cheek gently. Without even thinking, he traced the words of a long-lost language into your skin. His thumbs brushed phrases like ‘I love you’ and ‘my love’ onto your skin in soft, concentric circles.

Desperate for you, he moved his face closer to yours, planting slow and delicate kisses on every inch of your skin. The crook of your neck, the rise of your chin, the arch of your cheekbone, the tip of your nose, the smooth skin of your forehead - anywhere he could reach.

The feather light brush of his lips slowly roused you from your sleep, your eyes eventually opening. The Doctor smiled brightly at you, pulling back to look at you. You were absolutely stunning to him in every single way.

“Good morning.” 

You grunted and turned your head back into the pillow in response, still not fully awake. The Doctor chuckled and pulled you into him, his arms wrapping firmly around your waist. You slung a leg over his hips in response, comfortably draping yourself over the Time Lord. Happily, you nuzzled your nose into his neck. You breathed in his familiar scent, hints of cinnamon and freshly brewed tea calming your senses. You could stay like this forever, drifting in and out of consciousness in his arms.

His hands traveled up your - his - shirt, dancing his slender fingers across the bare skin of your back. His touch was warm and comforting, more than enough to urge you back to sleep. However, the Doctor had other ideas. 

His lips fluttered around your ear, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down your spine. 

“Coffee?” he whispered, his husky voice sending tremors down your body. 

Begrudgingly, you lifted your head upwards to look at him. He was so handsome. Up close, you could map every single one of his thousands of freckles. Without thinking much about it, you let your fingers trace the lines between them, connecting the soft spots scattered across his nose and cheeks like constellations.

His hair was messy from sleep, but then again, it was always messy. The Doctor had a nasty habit of manhandling his hair at all hours of the day. As a result, the strands remained constantly tussled and spiky.

“Yes, please,” you uttered, hardly above a whisper. It took everything in you not to get lost in his eyes. Deep pools of chocolate brown that held hundreds of years of wisdom. He didn’t know it, but his eyes could be so expressive. You had spent long enough with him that they could give away his feelings in an instant, even if the rest of his face remained impassive. 

The Doctor nodded and rotated you, freeing himself from your grip. You flopped onto your back, admiring him from the comfort of the mattress. You loved looking at him as he moved about, only vaguely aware of your admiring gaze.

He grabbed his PJ bottoms from the floor and slipped into them, doing a little hop to get them up over his hips. 

You rubbed your eyes and started to get up to follow. It was hard to pull yourself out of the warm embrace of your bed, but you slowly managed to move. You slipped your body off the side of the bed and started to walk. Your legs, still sore from the night before, wobbled underneath you. 

The Doctor laughed, admiring his own work with a smirk. If your legs were still unsteady hours later, then he had done somthng right. 

“Shut up,” you snapped, shifting your weight on your shaking legs. The Doctor wasted no time picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder. He couldn’t help but pride himself in the fact that your legs were still wobbling. It was an extremely rare occurrence, but one of the many indicators that you had enjoyed yourself as much as he had. 

“Oi!” you gasped, slapping his back. “I’m perfectly capable of walking!”

He only smiled in response, happily carrying you down the hall and towards the TARDIS kitchen. Eventually, you gave up and went limp. You didn’t get a say in this. 

The Doctor made his way through the corridors of the ship proudly. Still carrying you, he entered the kitchen. It was a messy mix of human and alien, with all kinds of foods and appliances stored in random places in the room.

Gently, he set you down on the counter next to the coffee pot. There was a normal, human one, for you. Next to it, the Doctor had is own, less human, ways of making coffee. You said it tasted like space dirt, so he never made it for you. 

You crossed your arms and glared at him as he mulled about, preparing your coffee. Silently, he scooped the coffee grounds into the machine, pressing the ‘on’ button.

“You suck,” you pouted. He smiled over his shoulder, knowing that you didn’t mean it. 

While the coffee brewed, he occupied himself with you. Positioning himself between your knees, he planted more kisses across your face. Now that he wasn’t worried about waking you up, his kisses were firmer. His lips danced across the planes of your face, peppering loving kisses across it.

“You love me,” he whispered in your ear, nibbling on the soft spot behind it. 

You couldn’t help but mewl into his touch, pulling him closer to you. The Doctor smirked against the base of your neck, biting down softly. He was right, you did love him. More than you had ever loved anyone in your life.

He trailed kisses back up your neck, hovering over your lips. Your eyes fluttered shut, leaning in to close the gap between your mouths. Ever the tease, he pulled away from you. You groaned loudly as he backed away from you, going back to the coffee pot. 

You glared at his toned back as he prepped you a cup of coffee. He made it exactly the way you liked it. You shouldn’t have been surprised he knew you so well, but you always were. It was the small things that reminded you how much the Doctor loved you. A perfect cup of coffee in the morning, your favorite dinner after a long day, a comforting hand slipped into yours on adventures, those kinds of things.

He brought you the steaming mug with a kiss, letting his lips linger for a few moments. You sighed into it, more than happy to revive the affection and the beverage. Pulling away from you, the Doctor planted multiple chaste kisses on your lips, not wanting to sever the connection.

As he kissed you, he guided your arms over his shoulders, your hands clutching your warm coffee against the base of his neck. You rested your head tiredly against his shoulder, the coolness of his bare skin radiating against your cheek. He then urged your legs around his middle, placing his hands on the base of your thighs to support your weight. 

Firmly secured to his front, the Doctor sauntered off back down the corridors of the ship. Without any suggestion as to where you were going, you closed your eyes and allowed the Doctor to carry you around.

He made his way to the bathroom, setting you back down on the counter next to the sink before milling about the room. He shut the door and turned the shower on, allowing it to heat up.

You drank your coffee happily as he slipped his PJ bottoms off, his underwear following. Shamelessly, you ogled at his bum. 

You hid your wandering eyes behind the rim of your coffee cup. Still, the Doctor raised his eyebrows at you, having caught you staring. You blushed and turned away from him. You knew you were allowed to look, but it was still a little embarrassing getting caught. The Doctor giggled and kissed your cheek tenderly. 

His fingers then made quick haste of the shirt you had thrown on last night, sliding it up and over your shoulders. The cold air of the bathroom chilled your exposed skin, sending goose pimples across your bare chest.

You took another drink of coffee if only to hide the scarlet flush that dominated your face. So this is how your morning was going to go?

The Doctor’s hands then slid your underwear down your legs, the action tantalizingly slow. You watched him with wide eyes, your coffee still clutched tightly in your hands.

Once you were disrobed, the Doctor stepped away from you. His eyes traveled down your body as they often did, admiring your entire form. He sucked in a sharp breath, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Then, without a word, he turned away from you and slipped into the shower.

You scoffed, he hadn’t even invited you in. Stubbornly, you remained on the counter. You sipped your coffee silently, awaiting an invitation to join the Doctor.

After a few moments, the Doctor popped his head out of the shower, his eyebrows knitted together.

“Well, get in here,” He gestured with his head, urging you into the shower. 

You giggled and downed the rest of your coffee before slipping down from the counter, eagerly making your way to him. Once you were within reach, the Doctor snagged your arm and dragged you in after him with a mischievous smirk.

[sassypossumm]

Sex and Waffles

art cred: demon_anxiety on X

It's official, my loyalties are firmly aligned with dad bod! Miguel / Coach! Miguel, BTW, Gabi is definitely entering the canon now... (MDNI, Sexual Themes and Some soft Smut)

The morning after your first night together, you'd roused with a sleepy smile when you felt the solid warm chest of the man behind you. Sighing contentedly, you'd closed your eyes and wriggled further into his warmth.

"Awake?" His voice rough with sleep rumbled low as he nuzzled your ear. You squirmed a bit at the ticklish sensation and hummed. Miguel wrapped his arm tighter around your waist, dragging you even closer. You'd been just on the edge of falling back asleep, when his fingers trailed suggestively down your thigh.

"Miguel." You whined sleepily when his hand slid between your thighs to cup your pussy. He simply nuzzled your ear and ghosted a kiss into the curve of your neck.

"Shh, you did so much last night, just relax." You were lulled back into that hazy space between wakefulness and sleep when he began lazily rubbing his middle and ring fingers on either side of your clit, teasing the sensitive area. Groaning, you rocked back into him. It wasn't helping that the palm of his hand was inadvertently applying pressure to your entrance that was growing wetter by the minute.

"You call this relaxing?" You groused, some of the effect being lost with the breathy quality of your voice. Miguel grinned and buried his face in your hair. He caught the faint scent of apples and groaned when his cock twitched against your perfectly rounded backside.

It had been a long time since Miguel had any woman in his bed, and as you whined and grumbled, he was struggling to imagine any other at this point.

He was pussy whipped after only one night, and he knew it.

It was growing more difficult to ignore how his hardening cock felt as your hips grinded back into his. Miguel groaned and pulled his hand away from your pussy to grip your hip, stilling your motions. Huffing, you turned your head to glare at him. Miguel's eyes creased as he smiled at you warmly.

"Has anyone ever told you how adorable you are when you're angry?" He chuckled, squeezing your thigh teasingly.

"Yes." You huffed again, and rolled onto your back, folding your arms. Propping himself up on his elbow, Miguel teased your soft inner thigh with a finger.

"Don't be angry, hermosa." Your eyes darted to his face, and you felt yourself caving to his dark, pleading eyes.

"I... might be persuaded..." Turning your head, you stared at the ceiling petulantly. Miguel bit back another chuckle at your antics and hummed thoughtfully.

"My daughter claims my pancakes are legendary." He coaxes, ghosting his fingers over your stomach. You suck in a breath and your muscles go taught at the sensation.

"I prefer waffles, pancakes make me feel like I'm suffocating."

"I can make waffles." He says quietly, dipping down to kiss the hollow of your throat. Against your best efforts, a whimper escapes your lips, and you tangle your fingers in his peppered hair. Miguel smiles against your skin and sucks at your pulse before nosing at your ear again. Turning your face, your nose brushes against his.

"And if I want you to bend me over the counter and fuck me senseless before those waffles?" You whisper coyly, trailing your hand down his soft stomach and towards the waist band of his boxers. Miguel catches your fingers and brings them to his lips, and stares at you through heavy lidded eyes.

"You only have to ask, hermosa."

[hrefna-the-raven]

Hope in hell

Masterlist - BG3 masterlist

Part 1 - Drunken minds speak sober hearts

Words: 2138

Warnings: smut (18+)

Summary: The dreaded morning after ;)

Raphael let out a groan, his head pounding like a piece of metal relentlessly being hammered into shape by the most skilled dwarven blacksmiths, the constant painful throbbing clouding his memories, making it difficult to piece together the events of last night, despising how he felt like a common mortal after a night's out. He attempted to sit up but froze as he felt something soft resting on his chest, accompanied by a comforting warmth. Taking a deep breath, he glanced down and let out a sigh, his heart suddenly feeling heavy. Haarlep must have slept with you, assumed your form and then... his eyes shot wide open and he muttered a curse under his breath as fragments of the previous night's memories flickered through his mind.

That damned incubus got him drunk and then you showed up and... His hands delicately traced the contours of your slumbering figure. It was truly you, his beloved little mouse, curled up against his chest. His heart raced, a twinge of pain accompanying the rapid beats, as he pondered how to proceed. What clever remark would he throw at you once you woke up? Would he even need one? Would you recoil and attempt to flee from the sight of the devil beneath you? He didn't get enough time to find an answer to all his questions as you slowly stirred awake, your eyes were still closed as you lazily stretched and your hips accidentally brushed against his growing arousal.

A deep growl rumbled in his chest, causing you to quickly raise your head and look at him, eyes wide with surprise. A thousand thoughts raced through your mind, swirling in chaotic circles, expecting to be scolded, pushed away, or even punished. But to your astonishment, nothing happened. You still remained lying there, on top of him, silently gazing into each other's eyes, both afraid that any spoken word might shatter the peaceful and loving moment you were sharing. But the silence grew heavy and a sense of unease slowly crawled up your spine, threatening to consume both your thoughts and body. It was unusual to witness Raphael in such a state of quietude, after all that happened, it didn't sit right with you that he was so calm, devoid of any movement or speech. It almost seemed as if Haarlep had managed to shatter him completely, that one evening of unfiltered truth had stripped away every trace of his self-centered arrogance, leaving him exposed and vulnerable before you. You were the first to ever glimpse at the raw essence of Raphael's entire being and, despite your constant cat and mouse game, you felt no desire to exploit it; on the contrary, you cherished this side of him, the devil laid bare, and at this very moment, you yearned to love him more than ever.

"About last night-"

"I feel the same!", you interjected, cutting off Raphael mid-sentence, "but if you..."

Any further words you were about to utter were engulfed by a provocative moan as you sensed his growing arousal pressed firmly against your hips the moment you attempted to readjust your position. Raphael's eyes fluttered shut, his mouth hanging open, unable to withstand the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that washed over him.

"To hell with this, I want you!", the words escaped your lips almost simultaneously, filled with an urgent longing.

Raphael snapped his fingers, and in an instant, both yours and his clothes disappeared. He pulled you towards him so swiftly that you had to clutch onto his horns to prevent yourself from toppling over. As his mouth met your dripping folds, you couldn't help but whimper. It was at this moment that you realised how much of the Raphael you came to know was still present. The damned devil teased you with the anticipation of his hot tongue caressing your arousal but you simply wouldn't have it, not now. You lowered your hips, grinding gently against his face, yearning for any kind of friction. His claws dug into the tender flesh of your thighs, firmly keeping you in place.

"My little mouse", the devil chuckled, "so eager to be eaten."

With a tantalising slowness, he dragged his tongue through the delicate contours of your folds, briefly encircling your clit before sucking on it with an insatiable hunger. The air was filled with the intoxicating symphony of your sinful moans and your grip around his horns instinctively tightened. This was a desire that had consumed your thoughts for countless nights, the fantasy of being pleasured by your very own devil. And now, as it finally became a reality, you couldn't hold anything back. The intensity of your climax approached rapidly and just as you were about to reach its peak, his licks ceased. Frustration welled up within you, ready to protest, but then he pressed his tongue flat against your throbbing clit while simultaneously thrust two of his large fingers deep inside you. The rhythmic pumping intensified, driving you towards the edge once more. Within mere moments, your inner walls clenched around his fingers and you experienced a mind-shattering orgasm, screaming his name in ecstasy.

With an unexpected tenderness, he released his grip on your hips and gently cradled you in his arms, carefully laying you down on the bed beside him. His face turned towards you, his eyes filled with love as he gazed upon your blissful expression. As soon your eyes met his, he understood that there would be no turning back anymore, he was in love with this fragile mortal and he would curse himself to an eternity of anguish if he'd deny himself the bliss of your love. The hells and all its devils be damned, he would see that you'd remain at his side for as long as you'd live.

"You now know about my best kept secret", he whispered, as if afraid that any disruption would shatter the fragile balance, "and rest assured my feelings for you will not easily waver. However this is hell and I'm not just any devil but the son of Mephistopheles, I, I can't", he faltered, uncertain of how to proceed as it felt wrong, for the first time in his existence, to utter those words.

"You can't show weakness to others, you can't show your love to me", you offered, the pain your voice obvious.

You turned your eyes away, unable to bear the increasing sorrow, but his hands swiftly moved to cradle your face, redirecting your focus back to him.

"If you're willing to stay by my side despite the laws of the nine hells working against us, I will vow my love to you within my House of Hope for as often as you desire it and I promise you that beyond these walls, I will always treat you with utmost respect and defend your honour, for you will be the lady of this house", he paused briefly, attempting to discern your reaction before continuing, "if you'd be willing."

His words left you in astonishment as you blinked. Did he truly express his desire to commit to you, vowing to cherish and safeguard you? It was a proposal you should have considered longer before answering, yet your body instinctively reacted before your mind could fully comprehend the situation. You crawled towards him, pushing him down on his back as you straddled him, gently, to not hurt his wings before you leaned down, capturing his lips in a fervent embrace. Raphael moaned your name as he felt you positioning his hardening member at your entrance, sinking down on him just enough for the tip to enter. His hands found your hips, holding you in place momentarily as he broke the kiss.

"What are you doing?"

"We're not done until we both had our fair share of pleasure", you breathed as you sank down on him, swallowing a moan, "besides shouldn't the lady of the house keep her man satisfied?"

Raphael's smile widened as he guided your motions, starting off slowly and then picking up speed. Feral growls escaped his lips as he he could feel himself approaching the peak of his own pleasure fast. He had been intimate with many throughout the decades, including Haarlep, a being existing ultimately to provide pleasure, but there was something special about you. The closeness, the shared emotions, the intimacy - all of his previous encounters paled in comparison to the connection he felt with you in this very moment. But you felt just as good, riding a devil, having his cock buried deep down inside you, filling you up perfectly while hitting that sweet spot over and over again, transforming this sinful act into something heavenly. The feeling of pure bliss cursed through your whole body as you moved your hips in a perfect rhythm, the heated embrace of desire and lust unleashed as both of toppled over the edge. In this moment of tenderness and passion, it was clear that your connection went beyond physical pleasure. It was a union of souls, an experience that transcended mere satisfaction. 

"Raphael", you moaned loudly as your walls clenched around his cock, feeling it twitched as his seed spilled inside you.

Both of you panted heavily, a contented smile playing at the edges of your lips as the devil sat up, his arms wrapping around you to pull you into a tight embrace.

"I love you", he whispered tenderly, chuckling as you hummed your consent, too spent to utter a word.

"Oh my, what a perfectly delicious sight", a familiar voice chuckled, drawing nearer.

Your eyes snapped open and you blinked in disbelief as you spotted Astarion standing in the boudoir, bearing a smug grin as he observed the two of you with obvious amusement.

"Astarion?!", you shrieked, scrambling off Raphael, hastily covering your exposed form with the silk blanket to hide both your nakedness and your embarrassment from your companion. The vampire merely chuckled, his gaze shifting between you and the devil.

"Guess again, little mouse", the pale elf playfully teased, giving you a sly wink, his crimson eyes glowing up for just a second, "it seems my plan worked rather well."

Before you had a chance to fully comprehend who was standing before you, Raphael, still unclothed, swiftly leapt out of bed and lunged towards the elf. His fingers clenched tightly around Haarlep's throat, exerting a dangerous pressure. You wanted to scream, to implore Raphael to stop, but Haarlep calmly transformed into his master's form, causing Raphael to immediately release his grip on the incubus' throat.

"You wretched creature!", Raphael spat, "you poisoned me! Do NOT forget your place in this house, slave!"

Instinctively, you retreated further onto the bed, clutching the blanket tightly as sudden fear surged through you. You had witnessed many facets of Raphael's personality, but this seething rage terrified you beyond measure, especially coming from the same being who had cradled you tenderly just moments before but a part of you also understood his anger.

"You misunderstood, my dear master, my intent was never to poison you. I simply intended to", the incubus gestured towards you, "enhance your chances with your favourite misadventurer, all in your best interest I assure you."

Raphael was fuming, wishing he could obliterate Haarlep into countless fragments. However, he recognised that he couldn't afford to destroy such a gift from his father, at least not yet, and deep down Raphael knew that the incubus was right, without his involvement, last night and this morning wouldn't have unfolded so magnificently. Haarlep, of course, fully grasped the advantage he currently held over his master and decided to push his luck even further, knowing that such a perfect opportunity would not present itself again in the near future.

"If you'll excuse me", he hummed while transforming back to Astarion's form, "I have to get back to my new, rather passionate, lover. It's quite nice to be in the receiving end for once."

He gave you a sly wink and blew a quick kiss your way before disappearing once again, leaving you alone with the annoyed devil.

Rising to your feet, you cautiously approached Raphael, still wrapped in the warmth of a blanket. Your fingertips lightly traced along the edges of his magnificent wings as you circled around him.

"Why not free the incubus from his duties?", you suggested, tugging at his hand and bringing it up to your lips, planting kisses along the inside of his arm, "no more Haarlep means no father watching your every move."

Raphael chuckled, pulling you close and lifting you effortlessly in one swift motion.

"Well, well, my little mouse," he whispered, planting a sweet peck on your lips, "not only are you full of delightful surprises, but it also seems that I couldn't have asked for a more perfect lady of my House of Hope."

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@dark-and-kawaii

[starzioo]

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐓. ❦ 𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐈𝐃𝐒.

Theodore Nott x Fem Reader! Hiii this is my first Theo one-shot so pls don’t judge. :,( I personally really like this piece! This one’s pretty short tho, sadly. Anyways hope you enjoy!!

Word count: 808

Warnings: No smut but a teensy suggestive.

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You slightly turn stretching as you sprawl out on the bed a bit. Your arm above your head with the other on your stomach, one of your legs slightly bent up. Your eyebrows furrow and your eyes close hard. Suddenly you hear a camera shutter and you see a flash through your closed eyes. You immediately sit up and open your eyes, you notice your body is sore and you have a blasting headache. Your face turns into a stank face as you see the boy you've hated for years. Theodore Nott. He stands there with a sly smirk as he holds a poloroid camera in his hands, as he shakes the photo that was printed, waiting for it to process. "You perv! *you yell as you cover yourself with a blanket* What are you doing in my.. *you trail off as you realize you aren't in your bed.* Oh my god..." Theo laughs then looks down at the poloroid picture. "Perfect cara mia.." he says underneath his breath. "Theo you creep, give me the picture!" you say as you get out of the bed slightly stumbling due to your sore legs. When you get up you realize that you are only wearing his quidditch jersey. You look at him and see that he's wearing nothing but grey sweats. "Nahh I think imma keep it." he says slyly with a smirk as he examines the photo further. You walk up to him and snatch the picture out of his hand. You look down at the picture then back up at him "Theo...did we?" "Mmm I dunno, but seeing that you’re only wearing my jersey and nothing else…I would guess so." he says flirtatiously looking you up and down, taking a step closer, playing with the hem of his jersey. You run your hand down your face. "You're fucking joking." You say sitting back down on the bed with the picture in your hand. "mmmno i'm not" he says walking to the night stand and picking up another photo, the smirk on his face grows. He then turns around and hand you another polaroid. You look at it, your jaw drops slightly. It's picture of you on your knees with your hands resting on your thighs, you're looking up at the camera with lustful eyes and a small smirk. You are only in your bra, there's a white liquid on your chest and chin. As you examine the photo you begin to remember the night more and more. "God....Theo is there any more of these?" you say looking up at him clearly disappointed in yourself. "No...I wish there was though" he laughs lightly as he looks down at you admiring the picture. "that's the only one I found." he continues. "Are you sure?" you say furrowing your brows a small bit. "Yeah i'm sure." "Could you...could you burn these...?" you say with disappointment as you rub your head a bit. He walks up to you and gently takes the polaroids he admires them for a second. "Yeah.." he says softly. He then walks over to the fire place in his room and tosses them in there. You sigh in relief. "Thank you..." you say shyly. "I wouldn't want a picture like that of me just being out there either." he walks up to you his eyes dart around your face, then he sits down next to you. "I don't even remember what happened..." you say quietly. he sighs "I'm sorry I was just...absolutely wasted...we both were...the only thing really remember was you screaming my name" he laughs as he rests his hand on your thigh innocently. All your attention is immediately on his hand. You sigh. "God.." you whisper as you lay on your back. He takes his hand off your thigh and lays next to you on his back as well. You both just lay there in comfortable silence as you stare at the ceiling. "I don't think I hate you anymore..." You say breaking the silence. Theo laughs lightly as turns his head and looking at you. His eyes examine every feature of yours. The way your hair is messy but yet put together, falling all around you. Every freckle. Every divot and dimple in your face. He sits up and rests on his arm. His eyes wander down to your plush thighs and back up to your eyes. He tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “I don’t think I ever did.” He says softly gazing down at you. “So di non averlo mai fatto”(I know I never did) He says gazing down at you with pure admiration.

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As always ignore any typos! T.T But srsly this man is so fine I could actually burst into tears.

[mr-boe]

to all of you who do digital art, ily because i had no idea it was this time consuming 🛐😭

[thelonelyempath]

Morning After Prompts (NSFW-ish)

1. "I'm never drinking again." "People always say that, but they never honor it."

2. "Why are you in my bed? And why are we both naked?"

3. "Relax. I didn't touch you. You were drunk and I, contrary to what you may think, have self-control."

4. "I have no idea what happened last night. I just remember not hating it."

5. "That was fun. We should do that again sometime." "It's called a one night stand because it only happens once."

6. "Please tell me we used protection."

7. "This didn't happen. Got it?"

8. "Is this how the world does things these days? By getting shitfaced and having sex with strangers?"

9. "I feel like death." "It's called a hangover, sweetheart. It's what happens you spend the night making bad choices."

10. "Did you know you talk in your sleep?"

11. "So are we ever gonna go out on a real date or are we just gonna keep doing this?"

12. "There's a problem." "What is it?" "I don't want this to just be a one night stand."

13. "Weirdly enough, I don't regret what happened last night."

14. "Can we just...not tell anyone about this?"

15. "Did you really have to leave a giant hickey on my neck?!"

16. "Don't kid yourself. You wanted it as much as I did."

17. "I get that accidents happen...but was this really an accident?"

18. "I don't remember what happened last night. I think I need a reminder. A physical reminder." "Shut the fuck up."

19. "I made you breakfast. You need to eat something to help your hangover."

20. "Why is it that the best sex you could ever have is always with someone you either barely know at the time or just fucking despise?"

21. "Why did we do this? I don't like you." "The way you were screaming my name last night says otherwise."

22. "Y'know, you're kinda cute when you wake up all dazed and confused in my shirt."

23. "I'm up for morning sex if you are."

24. "I don't want to get out of bed."

25. "What's your name again?"

[deaddeerdonoteat]

Vox is not a natural early bird. He needs that coffee.

Alastor is just a psycho who never sleeps.

[lildrea28]

A Happy Ending

What an amazing way to wake up in the morning.

[nanowatzophina]

Uhm… my headcanon. And if Porter turns out to be the asshole Vincent claims I’m gonna be really mad…

But here is my Treasure, thought this would be a good proper introduction. Still tossing around names but I think I’ll name him Cress Lark. They go by he/they pronouns and they are a dork. Haven’t gotten the chance to draw it cuz I’m really bad at doing full body stuff but guy’s got a prosthetic leg. And I would die for him.

[junawashere-art]

day 13 - morning after

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[flowersforchoso]

Phosphorus ✧

syzoth x f.reader; a morning after ficlet (suggestive)

streaks of sunlight poured into the room, bathing it golden with warmth which signified that dawn had come.

mornings were for arising. so you stirred, still stuck in the limbo between sleep & wakefulness, not quite there at either.

a brief wet sensation had momentarily roused you into consciousness, which was incomprehensible to an all too tired mind and body

it continued and seemed to intensify with succession. a feeling that could no longer be ignored, making your eyes flutter open to make sense of the perturbation.

you let out a pleased sigh when you discovered syzoth's mouth rested on your cheek, his retracted tongue dancing on the skin—a little twirl and swirl, tracing patterns around the smooth surface and leaving a trail of wetness.

your head tilted to his direction, halting the ministrations he doled out on your cheek to meet penetrating green eyes that held a variety of emotions: shyness? arousal? shame? eternal adoration?—couldn't really pinpoint which made you break into a lazy smile. the words 'good morning' rolling off your tongue, to which he mirrored, though in a much raspier tone.

his hand traversed the curve of your body, settling on the pad of your hip and gently pulled you closer to him.

he buried his face in the crook of your neck and murmured an apology against your skin, acknowledging he was being needlessly selfish by not allowing you get adequate rest since the entire night was defined by coition. he couldn't help it. couldn't stop himself; by not exercising enough patience for you to recover from an energy depleting activity. not considering you were only human, while he wasn't; possessing a stamina and strength that outlasted and outmatched yours. he really should be more thoughtful and put your needs above his.

your graceful fingers snaked into the tufts of dark hair, massaging his scalp. how could you ever be mad at him? this big baby of a man... or zaterran, in the sense of softness and lovability. syzoth was too needy. helplessly so. he clinged to you in a way that rationality absconded, that at times, felt like he would merge into you; become a part and parcel if he could. so encapsulating was the passionate outpouring of his love for you. not that there were complaints—you would never. you just felt overwhelmed with a joy that could rupture the heart. and you could tell it was the same for him.

syzoth shifted in position allowing him peer into your tired eyes. it was obvious you hadn't gotten enough sleep and expressed how terrible he felt for being the cause through another apology. this time much vocal

"syzoth i'm okay. you needn't worry" you reassured to mitigate the self-flagellation.

"i love you. i always will" a proclamation which made his heart soar and mindlessly crashed his lips into yours with fervour. an entwining of tongues that would soon leave you both breathless.

breaking the kiss, your eyes met his tail—scaly and long—which appeared whenever he was too happy or too excited. at first, it freaked you out but you've gotten quite used to it—as with all things that pertained to zaterrans.

the grogginess took over in an instant and your breathing slowed. you began to drift into the familiar black space as the satisfaction of being limp against the muscular build that pressed into your form; the smothering love that awash your senses; the pleasurable soreness of your body lulled you. sleep had come and who were you to deny it?

you awoke later in the morning. letting out a yawn as your eyes began to adjust to the muted auriferous glow flooding the room, then stretched to stave off whatever weariness that might creep in.

you sat up. realized you were alone and briefly wondered where your reptilian lover might be, but it didn't take long—a little over a few minutes—before your prayers got answered

and there he was! walking past the door. his footsteps a pitter-patter against the wooden floor, a contrast to his tall and broad physique. holding a... bouquet of wild roses? his cheeks crimson as he sauntered towards the bed

"i wanted to drop this before you woke up but i guess my luck ran out" he awkwardly confessed. there was no way you could love this man any less. he was always so eager to impress. often got self-conscious as well, whenever he noted your reactions. always feeling that he might do the wrong thing, a lovable clumsiness that made your heart swell at his thoughtfulness and care.

"oh syzoth" you cooed before wasting no second to jump on him. his strong arms catching and keeping you steady when you planted a kiss conveying your adoration and gratitude.

and he reciprocated. with a passion amplifying his primal desires which had been shelved earlier on, that tinged every touch, and caress of your body. the bouquet now long forgotten

the day had just begun but it was already the end for you.

[doomwhore]

Orochimaru gets rawed.

Crack, lemon, age gap, male reader, bottom orochimaru, Boruto era, suigetsu and Karin are ooc, Akamichi reader.

Penetration, corruption(kinda?), humiliation, praise, size difference, MILFs, creampies, long tounge, forbidden relations, bareback, younger man/older enby, shifting dynamics, top reader, dirty talk, penis awe, profanity, (extremely mild)exhibitionism.

Words: alot.

Orochimaru hasn't gotten laid for over a year now, but that all changes when Karin and suigetsu invite a handsome young man to hang out at otokagure.

"Dude! What the fuck!" Y/n yelled as suigetsu knocked into him sending the contents of his water bottle onto y/n's shirt. "Aw man, I'm sorry" suigetsu said apologetically. "You can go use our dryer for your shirt, man" y/n sighed then a soft smile came to his face "its fine, I knew you didn't mean to. This shirts old anyways" y/n said with a soft chuckle. "Where's the laundry room?"

"Down the hall to your left, y/n" Karin piped up from across the room. "Thanks girlie!" y/n said as he walked off to find the laundry room. Y/n walks into the laundry room and takes off his shirt, he isn't exactly chiseled; but he's big, his body type more like those of powerlifters...or the usual akamichi man. "Fuckin suigetsu.." y/n murmurs to himself playfully as he shakes his head with a small smile, he then puts his shirt in the dryer and puts it on the quick dry cycle. 'Damn, I'm gonna have to chill here for 15 minutes' y/n thinks to himself.

Suddenly, orochimaru rounds the corner and their eyes widen at the sight of the stranger in their laundry room. Orochimaru regains his composure, but his eyes can't help but wander up and down y/n's body as they speak. "And who might you be?" Orochimaru said with slight suspicion in their voice, clearly unaware of y/ns visit.

'Holy shit. Its *the* orochimaru, *the* kage killer' y/n thinks to himself before speaking "oh, I'm y/n, I'm a friend of suigetsus" orochimaru pauses for a moment before speaking again "...and *why* are you shirtless in my home?" Orochimaru says as they tilt their to the side curiously. Y/n chuckles to himself "ah, that fucker suigetsu knocked into me and spilled his water on my shirt, I'm just using your dryer for a moment. Hope ya don't mind" orochimaru is slightly taken aback at the use of profanity and casual language, orochimaru is used to being feared and treated with the highest respect by people too afraid to cross him...but this young man is much different it seems.

"Hm." Orochimaru says as his eyes wander down y/n's shirtless body again. "Tell me, boy, are you a shinobi perhaps?...I can tell your quite...*active*" orochimaru's voice seems to change slightly from his usual casual detachment to a more sultry tone. "I'm no shinobi...I just like to keep myself lookin good for the ladies" y/n says with a wink and soft chuckle. Y/n's casual nonchalant attitude begins to stir the pot of desire deep inside orochimaru. "Oh? Well I'm sure a handsome young man like yourself has women flocking to" orochimaru says flirtatiously, then orochimaru speaks again "I'm sure a man such as yourself, y/n, is already taken, no?"

Y/n chuckles and puts a hand on the back of his neck. "I'm not actually..." Orochimaru smirks smugly

'oh. This will be good' orochimaru thinks to themselves before speaking "so your a bachelor, hm?...how intriguing.." orochimaru's tounge flicks out in amusement as they scan y/n's body once again. Y/n blushes softly, clearly understanding what orochimaru is starting to get at. "W-whats so interesting about that?" Y/n says, orochimaru ignores that statement and speaks again. "hm...how old are you?" Orochimaru says curiously. "I'm 23...why?" Y/n says, mildly flustered. Orochimaru chuckles seductively then brings a delicate hand to y/n's cheek and whispers in his ear. "Mmm...good, that means your ripe for the taking" orochimaru says with another seductive chuckle. Y/n takes a moment to process this, 'am I about to fuck *the* orochimaru?' He thinks before speaking again.

"Is that so?" Y/n says flirtatiously back at orochimaru, "well perhaps...you should pick the forbidden fruit.." y/n says, matching orochimaru's energy. Orochimaru's face flushes a soft pink as his breathing grows slightly heavier. "Oh my..." Orochimaru murmurs as they run a hand down the chest of y/n, causing y/n's length to twitch ever so slightly. Orochimaru's tounge comes out a licks along y/n's neck, illiciting a small groan of desire from the man.

"Mm..fuck.." y/n says before leaning down and kissing orochimaru. Orochimaru eyes widen slightly in suprise before kissing y/n back. Both parties tounges begin to collide in a lustful dance as orochimarus hands wander to run through y/n's hair. "You taste so damn good.." y/n murmurs breathlessly with a soft chuckle. Orochimaru grins devilishly, revealing his sharp teeth. "Oh y/n...I just love men like you..so strong..I bet you could pick me up and pin me against the wall if you really wanted to, hm?" Orochimaru murmurs. This statement sends a strong spike of desire throughout y/n's body, his eyes glowing with a new, determined lust. 'Oh. I'm gonna fuck the shit out of them' y/n thinks, "...do you want that?" Y/n replies. "Perhaps...but can you keep me down? I am quite the powerful shinobi after all" orochimaru says smugly, their lust growing as they see that fire in your eyes.

Y/n let's out a heavy, shaky breath "how 'bout you take me to your room and we can find out." Orochimaru let's out an amused chuckle "mhm..let's not waste anytime then." Orochimaru takes y/n by the wrist and leads him to their quarters. 'Damn. That's a big ass bed.' Y/n thinks to himself as they enter the room. Orochimaru quickly locks the door behind them before sitting down on the bed and motioning for y/n to sit next to them. "Oh I just love young men like you...so virile..so filled with life..and so easy to take" this earns a soft groan of desire from y/n "fuckkk..." y/n groans as he feels himself getting hard already. Orochimaru chuckles as they spot the buldge forming in y/n's pants. "Well, that certainly proved my point"

Orochimaru takes his hand and runs it up and down y/n's inner thigh "I wonder how worked up you can get..." orochimaru murmurs as they move there hand back and forth. "Hngh.." y/n replies before gently running his hands through orochimarus hair and kissing their neck, the kisses travel from orochimarus neck to his collarbone before trailing up to orochimarus jaw, earning a soft gasp from the snake sannin.

Y/n's hands move to cup orochimarus ass as he leaves small hickeys on orochimarus neck, causing orochimaru to moan Slightly. "Mhm..." orochimaru murmurs before moving to sit on y/n's lap and wrapping their legs around the young man in a snake like manner. Orochimaru then runs his hands up and down y/n's torso slowly and gently, experienced touches knowing just where to glide to earn sweet noises out of y/n. "Orochimaru..." y/n murmurs breathlessly, causing orochimaru to let out one of their trademark devious chuckles.

Orochimaru looks composed on the outside, but his body says otherwise, his cock beginning to ache and push against his pants. Y/n's eyes are locked on orochimarus hard on before quickly snapping to orochimarus hands as they begin undo his belt. "You want to be touched, don't you? Do you want to feel my hands on your cock?" Y/n nods his head in agreement as his dick throbs with desire. Orochimaru deftly finishes undoing y/n's pants, but doesn't remove them. Instead removing. y/n's throbbing dick from the hole in his boxers.

"O-oh my." Orochimaru says breathlessly as they look at, y/n's length. Y/n's cock makes orochimarus hand look small, coming in at a hefty 8 inches.

"Its so heavy....." orochimaru murmurs to himself causing, y/n to grin in self satisfaction. "I'm glad it's too your liking" y/n says playfully. "Indeed it is.." orochimaru murmurs, their eyes still locked on y/n's dick. Orochimaru begins to slowly and gently stroke y/n's cock while cupping y/n's balls with the other hand. Orochimaru's touch is purposefully teasingly slow, trying to draw every little noise from y/n.

Y/n gasps and whimpers softly, knowing very well what orochimaru is trying to pull "oh you bastard..." y/n says with a moan through gritted teeth. "A-ah ah...watch your tounge, boy." Orochimaru says playfully as they tilt y/n's chin to look down at them. "Or I won't let you touch me, and you oh so desperately want to touch me, don't you?" Y/n grunts softly before replying "maybe I'll just take what I want and have my way with you." Y/n says in a firm, seductive voice that makes a shiver run up orochimarus spine. "Oh? I dare you then, see if you can have your way with me" orochimaru says all to smugly, teasing arrogance in every word they speak. Y/n chuckles darkly, a new, dominant glint in his eyes, a desire to prove orochimaru wrong and fuck them good. "Bet." Y/n says before quickly flipping orochimaru over and pinning them under him.

"You wanted this, didn't you? You just wanted to get me worked up so I would take you roughly. You want to be used, I can tell" these teasing words earn a groan of desire from orochimaru before they blush deeply, seemingly embarrassed by this fact. Y/n grins widely as he sees orochimarus flushed face. These words bounce around in orochimarus head, giving them conflicting emotions, on one hand, orochimaru is embarrassed, on the other hand, orochimaru is the most turned on they have ever been for the past 5 years.

"P-perhaps...perhaps I do want to be used" orochimaru says in a small voice. Y/n wastes no time stripping orochimaru of their clothes, tossing all garments to the side haphazardly. Y/n bites his lip and looks down at orochimaru. "Fuck..your such a pretty little twink, your hole is just begging to be filled" y/n takes a firm handful of orochimarus ass. "You have such a thick fuckin ass" y/n growls out. "Your so much smaller than me...I bet I could break you if I really wanted" these words make orochimarus cock twitch with delight. "Gods...just take me already" orochimaru says desperately, causing y/n to chuckle. "Imagine if people saw this...lord orochimaru, desperately needing cock in their hole. Begging for someone so much younger to fuck them good."

These words earn another groan from orochimaru. "Hngh...just put it in already" y/n chuckles before taking some lube off the nearby bedside table and applying it to his cock. "As you wish...I just want to fuck you good" y/n murmurs. Orochimaru grins softly and speaks. "pound me, y/n. Fuck me good."

Orochimaru grabs onto y/n's hair firmly, earning a moan from the other man. "A bit of a masochist, are we?" Orochimaru says teasingly. "I'll keep that in mind" "I'm gonna put it in now" y/n says, after orochimaru gives a nod of confirmation; y/n begins to slip his dick inside orochimaru slowly, earning a groan of delight from both parties. "S-shit! Your so t-tight" y/n says through gritted teeth as he slowly inserts his cock all the way in.

"O-oh yesss..." orochimaru hisses out. "oh you fill me up so good~" orochimaru puts their hand on their cock and begins to stroke themselves slowly as they adjust to y/n's length inside them. After a moment orochimaru speaks in a breathy voice "y-you can start moving now.." y/n moans as he begins to slowly move in and out of orochimaru.

"Oh fuck...fuck your so tight.." y/n murmurs. Orochimaru's hands grip the sheets as they try to keep themselves from being to loud. "Oh..oh yesss...your so big" orochimaru says as claws at the sheets under him. "Shit..oh god.." y/n moans out softly as his body moves. "M-more...harder..." y/n quickly obliges, the sudden movement causing orochimaru to moan loudly "y-yes!" Orochimaru quickly slaps a hand over his mouth, a futile attempt to keep their decorum. This causes a half laugh-half moan from y/n. "o-oh its...a-alright..l-let me..h-hear you.." y/n struggles to speak through gasps and gritted teeth.

Y/n places a firm smack on orochimarus ass as he moves inside them "fuck! Fuck your- ah- g-good!" Y/n exclaims, his actions illiciting a lustful groan from orochimaru. Gripping at the man on top of as he moans "y-y/n...oh god..yes..yes!" Orochimarus eyes begin to roll back into their head as y/n moves. "Oh fuckkk..d-dont..tell me..y-your..close already" y/n struggles to say between gasps and moans. "Hnghhh..y/n..d-dont you dare stop.." orochimaru says with lust and passion dripping from their somewhat slurred words. Y/n picks orochimaru up suddenly, earning a noise of suprise from orochimaru. "W-what are you-" orochimarus words are cut off by a loud moan as y/n begins to carry fuck them. "Yes! Yes! Just like that!" Orochimaru exclaimed, all attempts at keep decorum tossed aside as y/n pounds them vigorously. Y/n can feel his cock throbbing even harder as orochimaru desperately clings onto him.

"F-fuck! Shit! Yes! I'm gonna cUhM" y/n moans out desperately as he thrusts and bucks. Orochimaru moans at these words, "oh yes! Cum for me! Cum inside!" Y/n let's out several deep and loud groans as he shoots ropes of his load inside orochimaru, the sensation of being creampied sending orochimaru into orgasm. "YEs! Y/n! Oh g-GOd!" The two partners moan in tandem as they release.

Several moments of silence pass as both parties cath their breath before kissing eachother deeply. "Mhm...you, my dear, have exceeded my Highest expectations" orochimaru says with satisfied amusement, a soft grin painting their face. Y/n pulls out, earing a soft gasp from orochimaru before flopping back on the bed. "Fuckin hell...I think I just cummed the soul outta me.." y/n says with satisfaction and humor, the words earning a amused chuckle from orochimaru. "Hm..it seems you did..but I think it was worth it" orochimaru says softly, in a almost loving voice as they lay back next to y/n. "Fuck yeah it was!" y/n says with an assured voice, earning another soft laugh from orochimaru.

The following morning...

Orochimaru sets down a plate of eggs in front of y/n before taking their own seat at the table. "You should make sure and eat. I'd like to keep those muscles on you after all~" orochimaru says flirtatiously, earning a chuckle from y/n. Karin walks into the kitchen and immediately notices the tension between y/n and orochimaru. "Oh my..so that's where you went" Karin says cheekily with a knowing grin on her face. Suigetsu follows shortly after, also noticing the tension, "did you fu-" before Suigetsu can finish his sentence he gets a firm hit on the head from Karin, causing water to splash. As Suigetsu and Karin bicker, orochimaru and y/n can't help but look at eachother and chuckle.

[samueldrxkes]

make up still banging

[x-bluefire-heart-x]

Some Sugar

Just something short and sweet for my first Amanda fic. It's a gender neutral reader. It's a little fluffy piece, of a morning after between the two of them.

Warnings: None

Masterlist

Prompt List

Your body was deliciously sore when you woke up this morning. Love bits and scratches covered your body. You hummed as you stretched as much as you could with Amanda curled up in your arms, her blonde hair tickling your nose as you pressed a kiss to the top of her head. You gently stroked up and down her arm, as she slowly woke up.

“Good morning,” she groaned burying her head a little more into your neck, her southern accent heavier with sleep.

“Good morning, lovely,” you murmured. “Sleep alright?”

“Like a log, we are repeating last night every night if I sleep like that afterwards,” she replied kissing your neck, right over one of the hickeys she had left.

“That the only reason you would want a repeat?” you asked. “I mean even if it was I definitely wouldn’t argue, in fact if I ever do, lock me up.”

“Not the only reason but maybe the main one,” Amanda teased as she propped herself up on her elbow to hover above you, allowing you to see some of the marks you left on her body.

“Well, still rude,” you huffed rolling your eyes playfully causing her to laugh. You grinned up at her, loving the sound of her laugh. Loving the fact that you were the reason for it even more. You puckered your lips up at her. “I think I should get a kiss.”

“Oh you do, do you?” she asked leaning down nudging your nose with hers, rubbing them together as she brought her other hand up to run along your jaw, trailing up and down your neck. “Some sugar for my sugar?”

“Okay that was terrible, Rollins,” you winced at the pun, a teasing smirk pulling at your lips. “But yes please, mumma, a little sugar.”

Amanda started to pull away sighing at your dramatics but relented when you started to whine and pout up at her. She lightly trailed her lips along the same path her fingers took up your neck and along your jaw on the opposite side. You hummed happily moving your head back to give her more room as your fingers of one hand lightly ran up and down her spine, while your other hand cupped the back of her head. She gently pressed her lips against yours, moving them slowly in no hurry and with none of the extra heat that was there last night. This was a different kind of intimate. But it was just as good. Everything with Amanda Rollins was amazing.

“As much as I loved last night,” Amanda said in between her kisses. “It’s the morning after that I think I like the best.”

“Me too,” you agreed cupping both sides of her cheeks as you stroked your thumbs along her cheek bones. “What do you say we cuddle a little more before I make you some breakfast?”

“And if I want to make you breakfast?” Amanda asked laying on your chest with her chin propped up on her fist. “You make food for people all the time, let someone do that for you instead.”

“Honey, I adore you truly, I do, but I also don’t want to die from food poisoning,” you tapped her nose.

“I am not that bad,” she protested. “See if I call you sugar again.”

“You had to pull double shifts last time you tried to cook for your coworkers,” you reminded her. “I didn’t get to see much of you. Plus, love, you messed up frying an egg last time.”

She pouted, snapping at your finger when you tried to push her lips out of the pout. You quickly removed your finger not wanting to lose it, as you rather needed them for cooking. Instead you took to running your fingers up and down her sides, you inched a little closer to her ribs knowing she was a little ticklish there.

“Don’t you dare,” she wiggled out of your grip and away from you. “Fine, I can’t cook.”

“Which there is nothing wrong with,” you informed her. “I personally cannot put flatpack furniture together, but you can. None of this stuff in our apartment would exist without you.”

“That is true, you are hopeless with it,” Amanda giggled conceding the argument as she fell back beside you on her back, opening one arm to invite you to her side. You gleefully rolling over, wrapping yourself around her like an octopus. “Ten more minutes and then food.”

“Deal,” you placed a kiss on the hollow of her throat. “Scrambled eggs?”

“Of course,” she said. “What else on a Sunday morning?”

“Right, right, how dare I think you might want something different for a change,” you teased.

“Shush you,” Amanda ordered.

“Yes ma’am,” you did the best salute you good without moving from your current position. You were rewarded with Amanda’s chest moving with her silent laughter as she playfully swatted your arm that was under her hand.

“That’s what I like to hear Sugar.”